SELENE
Mara was already at our usual table when I walked into the cafeteria the next morning. She looked up and waved me over urgently, like she had been waiting for me specifically, like whatever she had to say could not wait another second.
I grabbed a tray and sat down. "Venn has a suspect," she said before I could even put my food down.
I looked at her. "What?" I asked.
"Someone was pulled out of their dorm at six this morning," she said. "Before breakfast, two officers showed up at his door and took him in for questioning."
"Who?" I asked.
"Daniel Reeves," she said.
I tried to place the name. Daniel Reeves, tall, thin, quiet and always sat at the back of combat class. Never really talked to anyone. "The junior?" I asked.
"Yes," Mara said. "He hasn't been seen since."
I looked
